He turned to the Destruction God King and the Evil God King. Both wore complicated expressions.
The Destruction God King stood with his hands behind his back, the divine light of the three newly ascended goddesses reflected in his violet eyes. He said nothing.
The Evil God King dropped all pretense. Black mist billowed as he drifted up to Fang Fan, clicking his tongue.
"Kid, do you think being God Emperor means running a shop? You hand out Divine Positions to whoever you please, even hauling someone at the threshold of God King straight up to it. I've lived hundreds of millions of years, and I've never seen anything like this."
There was envy beneath the Evil God King's laughter, and the black mist churned around him.
His mouth kept running, but his eyes stayed glued to the God Emperor's scepter in Fang Fan's hand. They nearly popped out of his head.
Fang Fan shrugged, smiling as if it were nothing.
"If you want, teacher, I can raise you to God King Peak too."
The Evil God King froze.
His mouth opened, then shut. The black mist contracted sharply. For an instant, he looked solemn, but then his shameless grin returned. He waved his hands so vigorously that half the mist scattered.
"Sure! That sounds wonderful!"
The words had barely left his mouth before he realized he had agreed too quickly. He added,
"It's not that I'm greedy for a little benefit. I mainly want to see just how well that scepter of yours works."
"Of course. I understand."
Fang Fan smiled and nodded. His expression plainly said, Sure. You just won't admit you want it.
He raised his hand.
The God Emperor's scepter turned in his palm. Three streams of rule power flowed from it and enveloped the Evil